Zulime Lafitte vs. Natasha Loclear

Zulime was a product of her environment. She could not start her life over in the corn fields of Iowa, nor could she have been a young woman growing up amongst the neon lights of Tokyo. She will have always been born on Mardi Gras in New Orleans, and with all of the accouterments of life that brought, namely a deep Louisianian accent, a capacity to speak French, and a desire to enjoy every worldly desire that the Earth would afford to her. That was not to say, however, that Zulime could not be surprised. She knew that Natasha spoke French, but when she heard it, she stopped what she was doing and looked at the beautiful blue-haired woman with a confused expression.

The moment would not last long, however, as Natasha quickly floored her and then moved into a far more advantageous position. A soothing wave of pleasure crashed into her, as a warm sensation emanated up from her sex. Instantly, Zulime's hand went down to Natasha's head. She had forgotten where she was and the objective of the match that they were performing in, and as such sought to enjoy this as much as possible.

She wasn't going to say much any more, given the state she was in. But if she could, she would say 'Keep going' in French.

For a moment Natasha feared Zulime would fight her off as a hand pressed upon the top of her head, but rather than shoving her away Zulime merely brushed her hand through the woman's hair in what could only be an invitation to continue on. There was no way she could refuse such an enticing offer, especially when that had been her plan all along anyways. Her right hand pressed against Zulime's left knee to spread her legs open even further while her left hand scooped up more of the oil to rub it over Zulime's stomach her jiggling breasts, wanting to make the woman really glisten under the lights of the room.

Then came Zulime's reward as Natasha ran her tongue along the woman's outer lips, tasting both the arousal and the oil that had begun to soak even into Zulime's crotch by that point. Her tongue swirled in a clockwise motion that shrank with every pass, spiraling inward until the tip of her tongue was situated directly over the woman's slit. Then came the plunge as Natasha thrust her tongue as deep inside of Zulime as it could reach, the frenchwoman's lips sealing to her opponent's nether lips as she greedily slurped the juices held within with her eager tongue hard at work.

Zulime had once been a thinking woman, who could speak in French about literary classics at length and with intellectual vigor. She had once been an elegant woman, wearing a nice dress and a lovely set of earrings and a debonair charm that would enchant anyone who crossed her path. She had once been a fierce woman, unafraid to face down any wrestler who would go against her in the ring. But right now, with Natasha's tongue spiraling in on her, she was a moaning, glistening, sexed up mess who could not control herself in the slightest. Natasha's tongue got far inside her, and Zulime enjoyed every single inch.

She found herself grabbing her own chest due to the pleasure. Euphoria ruled her, bubbling up from her sex and then going all around her body. Every muscle in her body was tightening and then releasing as Zulime felt the dam under increasing pressure.

She had to get out of it. It was hard to get any traction on the slippery floor of the room, but she tried to use her hand on Natasha's head to start pushing the blue haired woman away. The pleasure ruling her body made it hard for her to use her legs, but if she could, she would try and plant one down and start scooting away. As much fun as she was having at the moment, she did not want to lose the match.

Just a little longer and Zulime would be putty in her hands, there were few signs more clear to the state of one's arousal than the groping of one's own chest and Zulime was going to town upon her luscious breasts. Even Natasha couldn't help but become distracted at the show until a oiled up hand pressed against her fast to shove her away. She had to shut her eyes tight to avoid the sting of the oil and during that moment of blindness Zulime forced the two of them apart, she tried to grab hold of her but just as Zulime had discovered it was difficult to do much more than shove one another around with getting a good grip next to impossible. Natasha could have went right back after her but Zulime was on the verge of orgasm and it could be better to leave her balancing on the edge rather than risk getting caught trying to force the issue.

So instead Natasha slipped away from Zulime, moving over to one of the walls before using it to help get back onto her feet. Her pale skin had taken on a soft golden hue thanks to the liberal coating of oil all over her body, glistening in the warm lights of the room in quite the irresistable manner...or at least she thought so. "I do so love your accent you know, its familiar yet foreign as well...I want to hear more." Natasha giggled while running her hands up and down the front of her body, giving her own boobs a good working over just for the viewing pleasure of Zulime.

Zulime had freed herself of Natasha. Or rather, the blunette had not pursued her as much as she could have. Either way, the Riverboat Queen was no longer having her sex plundered by the freebooting Natasha. The waves of pleasure that were coursing around her body were starting to recede a little bit, but Zulime was starting to realize how close the edge she was. It was a good feeling. But at the same time it was not a great feeling. The Riverboat Queen was a proud woman, and would not suffer to lose a match. Even against a woman as talented as Natasha, and even in a situation where the woman giving her this particular orgasm was one of the prettiest women in Japan, let alone an organization like AFW.

She rose from the ground with a smile on her face. Zulime appreciated the way that Natasha was making herself even more attractive. There was only one person in the world that it was intended for, and that was Zulime. She rose to her feet, and splashed some oil on her own chest, mirroring her beautiful opponent. "Thanks, darlin' and don't I just find your accent rather attractive myself." The Riverboat Queen was standing tall, walking towards her opponent with some swagger. Or, it could have been all the built up pleasure coursing through her leg. "Among the other attractive things your tongue can do..."

Natasha knew from personal experience what it was like to be right there on the edge of sweet release, anticipating the rush of pleasure only for it to be snatched away from you at the last moment. Zulime undoubtedly felt relief at having endured Natasha's efforts but she would also be craving the orgasm she had been denied, Natasha had even seen some women take matters into their hands quite literally in their desperate need to climax, though it seemed Zulime wasn't about to take that pleasure away from Natasha just yet. Good, Natasha thought to herself, it would be far more fun to make her cum personally.

She stood before Zulime with her hands clasped behind her waist to thrust out her breasts in what she hoped was a very obvious invitation, her mounds shimmering thanks to the healthy coating of oil. "Why thank you, mon amour. My tongue does stand ready to dance with yours...along with other parts of me." Natasha gave her tits a quick shake to make the challenge even more direct and as Zulime grew ever closer she grinned and took one big step forward to bring their chests mashing together in a heated duel for the very limited space between them! "Can you keep up?" Natasha asked with a tilt of her head and a playful smirk upon her soft pink lips as her breasts were swung back and forth against their counter parts.

It was not often that Zulime found herself overwhelmed in the presence of another woman. The Riverboat Queen had seen beauties, rare beauties who would turn heads on any street in the world, let alone a place where everyone was wearing their absolute best, but she had never seen anyone who had it and could work it quite the way that Natasha was working it now. She bit her lip. Zulime did not find any reason to hide how much she was appreciating the woman in front of her. Those tingles that had previously subsided were coming back in waves, and Natasha was not even touching her. After the match she would try to get her phone number, and from there it would be all downhill.

But for right now, she had bigger problems. Natasha was putting her breasts forward, and Zulime rose to the challenge. "I could keep with any part of ya ya like, darlin'..." Zulime was rising to the challenge as best she could. She had big boobs, and she knew how to use them. Natasha knew how to use them too, but the Riverboat Queen was rising to the challenge as best she could. "And ain't it just able to last all night?" Zulime was swinging with more abandon, turning her whole body as she was going for it. The oil was making the whole affair quite slippery.

Natasha absolutely loved how eager Zulime was to step into battle with her, it wasn't everyday she got to face such a beauty in a match who, despite knowing who she was, threw herself against her anyways. "Give me your best shot love." A flirtatious wink was swiftly followed by a clashing of their large busts, what began as mere pressing back and forth quickly became something far more intense as their heavy mounds were swung against their rival. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh, grunts of exertion and pain, as well as the high pitched moans of pleasure made up the symphony to their duel as the two woman gave one another everything they had in that moment. Oil and sweat splashed off their bodies with every collision, Natasha doing her best to pressure Zulime with bursts of rapid swings of her boobs but Zulime was hitting hard herself and she was forced to thrusting out her chest bring a brief pause to the action, only for it to pick right back up after a few moments.

"Nice to meet a woman who knows exactly how to put her weight behind her tits like this, not a skill just anyone has. Enjoying this as much as I am?" She asked with a smirk, trying to take a step forward to slam her tits forward, looking to knock Zulime back a step before swinging her tits back and forth to pick up right where she had left off. Her hands would slip behind her own waist, Natasha clasping her hands together as she focused solely on the motion of her boobs!

When Zulime first entered AFW, she did not imagine that she would wind up in a situation like this. But in jazz and in life, you did not always wind up in the place that you thought you might be from the onset, and Zulime had become very much accustomed to rolling with whatever came her way. The sound coming from the room was unlike anything many had ever heard, with slapping of flesh being accentuated by moans of pleasure, with the occasional splash of oil tossed in for good measure. The Riverboat Queen was a neophyte when it came to this particular game, and felt that she was on the backfoot, especially when Natasha hit her with her boobs enough to send Zulime back a step. But what she lacked in experience, she could more than make up for in vigor and enthusiasm.

"Of course, suga, but you ain't seen the half of it just yet..." With that, Zulime took a step forward and took a swing. Before, she had just been playing with Natasha, mirroring her movements and throwing what she could back. But now she was going for both. She put her hands behind her back to accentuate the look and feel of her natural curves and then turned her whole body with all of the force that she could muster. Her breasts were now moving as fast as they had ever moved, and as strongly too. She was hoping that this bowled Natasha over. Because if it didn't, she would be badly off balance and prone to being sent to her rear in a heartbeat!

Many would roll their eyes if they heard what Natasha was thinking in that moment but to her it was the truth, it truly felt like the two of them were engaged in a form of dance that was every bit as intimate as it was demanding. She hd already worked up a good sweat and now the dance was starting to takes its toll as Natasha's breasts were feeling worse for wear after mere minutes of this back and forth action between them. Yet she grinned through this bit of pain for it was well worth it given the sheer thrill of this duel between their tits and Natasha was not going to back down anytime soon. Zulime and her felt completely in sync with one another, or at least they did right up until her rival threw herself into a spin that would undoubtedly leave her flat on the oiled up mat if not for what was in her path, Natasha herself. The woman slammed into her tits first with Natasha's chest taking the brunt of the impact, the woman knocked backwards from the force of the hit.

"AHHHHHH!" cried out the frenchwoman as her feet slid out from beneath her, leaving her to drop down right on her butt in a splash of oil which reached all the way up her back and even got into her hair. Complacency was the greatest enemy of anyone who had been at their job for a while and it had just bitten Natasha in the butt, that was for certain. "Did not see that dance move coming..." She mumbled under her breath as she shook off the effects of the rough landing.